Not a long ago I discovered,
How much of a daydreamer I am.
And would still overthink under the moonlight .
I guess maybe that is the magic of the night.
In the quietness of the dark room.
In the stillness of the atmosphere.
I find myself wondering outright.
Of so many things in the magic of the night.
I guess the serene night is my soul mate.
Who understands my tears and pains.
Also quietly celebrates my life's highlights.
So I love being alone in the magic of the night.
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The Stars We Seek
Poetry"What do you look at if you feel lonely." , they asked. "Watch the forever Welcoming sky with stars that have been wished upon by countless dreamers like me." , said a child with sparkling eyes and genuine smile. ~~~~~~ Some words are just too deep...
